When Ms Hot Topic Fell For Mr Hollister (Chpt 5)

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CHAPTER 5:

MS. HOT TOPIC :

A DISH BEST SERVED WITH A SWEET LITTLE PUNCH

School is finally over.

Thank God.

It’s always music in my ears hearing that final bell ring.

Too bad I missed the bell today.

“AJ?”

A hand rests upon my shoulder, I feel my body moving.

Who the hell is shaking me?

“Sweetheart,” The person continues, “School has been over for ten minutes now.”

I slowly raise my head from my desk, gradually opening my weary ocean blue eyes.

I slept through the whole lecture again.

Damn.

To think this is my favorite class.

Or used to be…

I glance up to the curious face of my music teacher Ms. Melody.

“Huh?” I slowly raise my hands and stretch.

My butt is numb.

Ouch.

Ms. Melody shakes her head, as her brunette hair bounces from side to side.

“Honey, this has to stop.”

I don’t bother responding.

We go through this same shit.

Everyday.

The classroom door covered in sparkly musical notes bursts open.

Who’s to walk in but none other than the sluttier version of Satan?

I pinch myself to see if I’m still asleep.

Nope.

Just trapped in a living nightmare called life.

It’s bad enough I had an encounter with this bobble head bitch first thing this morning.

Do we honestly need an end of the day face-off?

 “You sleep like you’re dead.” Brittney snarls as she throws me a disgusted look. “It’s bad enough

you look that way too.”

She grabs a large silver radio and heads towards the door.

Brittney almost bumps into Sunny who’s making his way inside.

My best friend doesn’t look too pleased.

“Why would you say that?” He snaps at the blonde bitch. “Her mom just—”

“Like, who the hell was talking to you?”

Sunny crosses his muscular arms over his Three Days Grace band shirt. “You mess with AJ, you

mess with me.”

Brittney rolls her fierce green eyes as she pushes past him. “Wear looser pants. You won’t be as

pissy.”

“Wear less makeup. You won’t be as ugly.”

Why can’t that whore just fuck off?

I run my hands through my hair as I stand from my desk and face Sunny.

“I doubt that.” I tell my best friend.

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